The Beloved Woman

Morning light finds her curves first. Sam stretches beneath the sheets, her brunette hair spread across the pillow, and the sight is enough to make the blood rise. You reach for her and she comes willingly, lips parting before your mouth finds them. Her hand slips down and wraps around you, slow, deliberate strokes that leave no room for doubt about what she wants. When she slides lower, her breath warms your skin. She takes you into her mouth with that lazy hunger only morning sex brings, tongue working in lazy, wet circles while her eyes stay locked on yours. The rhythm builds, steady and wet, until the room fills with the soft sound of her taking you deeper. She pauses only to catch her breath, lips glistening, before going back down for more.